A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at 3:10

one who picked the name

there was a simple building with windows that had a

so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking

all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would

stood by the window, looking outside. His thin stature

doctor had almost given up

was still alive. He had lived

with a glass of water and medicine in his

medicine,” Peter

seemed like he had not

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s

twitched when he

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon

her favorite food,”

of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby?

this, he began to

stopped and

he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

call her,”

give Cecilia too much

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have

from him

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on

she was done, Mark looked sideways

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had

to Alexis. He dreamed that he

had almost given up

still alive. He had lived two months longer

a glass of

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had not

After a while, he murmured, “Today

when

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite meat

her favorite food,” Mark

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia

heard this, he began to fumble

he stopped and

but he never did. It seemed it was better

I better not call her,” he said

didn’t have to give

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

the medicines from him

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help

Mark looked sideways

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

behavior was much like that of

would look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she

Cecilia in

stroked his face,

this point,

were white,

closed his

felt he needed to

felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia

to buy the pumpkin pies

nurse

really wanted to return home. He missed his

Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous

he knew he couldn’t change anything

never give up as long as he

continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive

determined to stay strong and fight

it difficult

to make paper planes. He knew

grew up. The

said he wanted to go there because he missed

fingers trembled as he thought of

came back to

a snowstorm on his

time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said

then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

arranged the paper planes and smiled at

of your pumpkin

actually

was not more than

he put down the spoon

his eyes and

really want to go back home and have

Angela’s Library

you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But

Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

around 4 a.m.

he looked at the caller ID. For a

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in

broke into a

boy,” he

he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a little

voice sounded

birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

to a girl

trembled so violently that

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

see you next week. I’ll

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

the emotional entanglement

first half of his life. He

sniffed and put

call, he never even dared

the room all along, was eager to hear what had

“What happened?” he asked.

up at Peter and said, “Cecilia

and he did a fist pump in

said with

sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes

to fly back home

Angela’s Library

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